"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
Today was so very Tuesday.
I had a phone call scheduled for noon, which…well, let’s just say it wound up being considerably shorter and less productive than I had hoped it would be. Any fears that I’d run up a hefty cell phone bill by calling from home dissipated pretty quickly.
I’m back in the office tomorrow. Hopefully the phone call I have scheduled then goes a little better.
“Pixie” by Ani DiFranco
I’m a pixie, I’m a paper doll
I’m a cartoon, I’m a chipper cheerful free-for-all
And I light up a room
It’s true, I didn’t do much today besides watch the first couple of Season 3 episodes of The Walking Dead, watch Thunderball, and watch the third and final Presidential debate.
I think that may be a textbook example of diminishing returns.
The Walking Dead had a surprisingly very good pair of episodes leading into the new season. I’ve never hidden my problems with the show, but I thought these episodes absolutely improved upon some of the problems of last season. It helps that the prison is a much more interesting location, but it was more interesting in the comics, and I threw up my hands after only six issues of that (18 total).
Thunderball was okay, though of the four James Bond movies I’ve watched in recent months probably my least favorite. There are far too many underwater fight scenes, and it honestly starts to drag.
And speaking of starting to drag…well, again, you can always check out my Twitter feed if you want to know what I thought of the debate.
I’m back to work tomorrow, though not from the office, which is nice.
“Burning Down the House” by Tom Jones & the Cardigans
I haven’t done much this weekend, so I guess it’s a good thing I decided to extend it into Monday, with a day off from work. (Next year, I think I need to actually do something a little more productive with these vacation days.)
Yesterday, I watched Goldfinger — or re-watched, I’m not entirely sure — and tonight I watched Paranormal Activity 2. The latter is decently scary throughout but ultimately something of a disappointment, forcing the connections to the first movie and the “mythology” that one introduced. It — and, judging by their trailers, the sequels — makes the mistake of thinking that story is what was so surprisingly effective about the first movie.
Though I’ll be perfectly honest: the part of me that can sometimes be a wuss about horror movies — the first Activity was maybe almost too effective — was maybe just a tiny bit relieved.